Master, Look at Me

Yu Wuyin worked tirelessly to train her disciples. Her teaching methods were so strict that they were all afraid of her, secretly calling her the Owl Tiger and saying that even people and ghosts despised her.

Yu Wuyin didn’t care. Fear was good. Only if they were afraid would they work hard at their cultivation.

Later, she died suddenly. Her soul lingered in the world for several days, and she discovered that not one of her disciples shed a tear or mourned her. She felt like a complete failure.

When she woke again, she had returned to ten years earlier.

Back then, her former master had just passed away, and she had inherited the position of junior sect leader. With the fate of her branch in her hands and its legacy to uphold, she was about to choose her personal disciples.

Yu Wuyin chose none of the disciples she’d had in her previous life. Instead, she picked several spoiled young masters from Yujing whom no one else would take, and watched Zhu Huaixin accept all of the disciples who had once been hers.

She and Zhu Huaixin had competed with each other since childhood, neither willing to yield. Known together as the Two Beauties of Penglai, they were universally recognized as bitter rivals.

After returning, Yu Wuyin changed her appearance and sneaked into Zhu Huaixin’s sect to secretly study under her, wanting to see how she trained her disciples. Every one of Zhu Huaixin’s disciples was obedient and diligent. They were the dream disciples Yu Wuyin had always wanted.

Only after watching did she realize that Zhu Huaixin taught her disciples with gentle patience, guiding them subtly and effortlessly. Her approach was completely different from Yu Wuyin’s.

Yu Wuyin finally understood. Her disciples could apply themselves to their cultivation even without harshness, severity, and punishment.

She followed Zhu Huaixin’s example and changed her teaching methods, smiling so much each day that her face ached.

She didn’t notice that the disciples who had once been her personal students were all watching her from the shadows, their eyes filled with surprise and jealousy.

*

Yu Wuyin went out to exterminate demons and was injured protecting her youngest disciple. The unruly young master knelt by her bedside and wept, swearing to the heavens that he would work hard at cultivation from then on.

After the young disciple left, Yu Wuyin leaned against the bed and sighed. What she’d learned from Zhu Huaixin really worked. She could consider herself a graduate now.

After taking her medicine that night, she slept uneasily. She kept feeling that someone was beside her, but couldn’t wake up.

Beside the couch in the dim light, someone held her ankle and lowered their head to press a burning kiss to her wound. Their half-lowered eyes were dark and unreadable.

If Yu Wuyin had been awake, she would have recognized him at a glance: Lu Sanqian, her eldest disciple, who hadn’t shed a single tear after her death in her previous life.

Master, why do you only smile at them?

Smile at me, too.

[Told from the perspective of Yu Wuyin’s reborn disciples

Good news: Master is still alive ≧w≦

Bad news: Master doesn’t want us anymore QAQ]

(Thinks she is) cold-hearted and ruthless × (knows full well he is) a wolf in sheep’s clothing

1. One-on-one romance

2. My own take on cultivation, with mountains of original worldbuilding

3. The disciples adore her, in both this life and their previous lives

4. More to be added if I think of anything

Coming soon: Green Lord

Something big has happened in the Three Realms recently. The Immortal and Demon clans have joined in marriage. The eldest daughter of the renowned Changyu family in the Immortal Capital was dressed in all her finery for the wedding, but suddenly fell gravely ill and passed away just seven days after the ceremony.

The Demon Clan’s Holy Lord was devastated by the loss of his beloved. Grief-stricken, he personally arranged the funeral and accompanied the coffin to its burial.

As the last dragon in the world, Cang Lin loved all kinds of treasure. He heard that the late wife of the Demon Clan’s Holy Lord had been buried in grand style, with nothing but precious treasures as grave goods, and decided it was well worth breaking in to investigate.

After easily making his way into the underground palace, Cang Lin was about to start hauling away the loot when the coffin holding the dead woman began to move. The Holy Lord’s wife crawled out.

The dead woman gazed at the gold and silver by his feet. “Those are my grave goods.”

Cang Lin had a sudden inspiration. “Then I’m your grave good, too.”

Shi Lüqing: “?”

Shi Lüqing had a secret: she couldn’t die.

No matter how badly she was injured, whether her head was cut off or her heart torn out, she would revive without a scratch on the seventh day. So she roamed the Three Realms, taking on jobs that were life-threatening and put her on the brink of death.

Once, after dying and spending seven days in her coffin, she climbed out to find a filthy young man in the tomb. He said he was her grave good, that he’d survived thanks to his hardiness, and that he was trying to find a way out.

If he was her grave good, then of course he belonged to her.

Shi Lüqing happened to need an attendant who could collect her body, and since he’d already discovered her secret, she took Cang Lin along.

At first, Cang Lin’s only job was to dig Shi Lüqing out of graves and other places. But as he waited beside her body time and again for her to come back to life, the indescribable resentment and fury in his heart kept growing.

*

At last, Cang Lin couldn’t hold back and interfered with one of Shi Lüqing’s jobs. Losing control, he trapped her and demanded to know why she kept getting herself killed when she could feel pain and suffer.

Shi Lüqing wore the same carefree expression as ever. “Because it’s exciting. Otherwise I can’t feel that I’m still alive. I need the pain.”

His eyes red, he stared at her, then finally grinned. “You like excitement? There are other exciting things you can do without dying, Qingqing. Want to try?”

[A money-loving heroine who takes any job because she can’t die]

[A dragon hero who treasures his life because he’s the last of his kind]

Theme: Keep moving forward, and the light will surely come.